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Next on Elora's journey through the home of her favorite purple sausage, the faun finds herself in a serious issue in the Peacekeeper Ice Caves. Because why not try to use that setting rather than the desert that consists of 90% of the realm? Why the hell do I make things harder for myself?
Anyways, self-depreciation aside, I am sorry this took awhile (life happens) and I promise the next ones won't take as long to make.
Bonus Challenge! Try to read the following (whether mentally or outloud doesn't matter) while sucking on ice cubes. I actually tried that for some reason so you gotta share my pain!
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Elora ducked back behind cover as Spyro's snowballs hit a rock at the other end of the plateau. The faun stifled a giggle while her dragon friend snorted in frustration.
“I’m gonna find you eventually Elora,” he grumbled, steam pouring from his mouth. “And when I do, I’m gonna…” As Spyro ranted, Elora knelt down in the snow and began restocking her snowballs.
The young faun was used to odd parings of worlds back in Avalar, but the Dragon Realms were far more confusing. The Peacekeeper’s Realm had consisted of about 90% acrid desert and cliff faces and yet underneath it all stood the aptly named ‘Ice Caves’. Even as she patted and packed her frosty munitions, Elora couldn’t stop herself from admiring the crystalline formations around her, many of which sparkled from the torches set around the area.
It was only when Elora noticed Spyro’s speech had ended that her mind returned to the fight. She peeked back over the rock and scanned the snow field for her friend, relieved he was circling a climb of stones a few feet from her.
"By the time he’s over here, I’ll be ready." Elora turned back to her workstation, but froze solid. Sitting on top of the half-finished pile was Spyro’s dragonfly friend Sparx, glittering gold and grievously staring.
For a moment, the only sound that passed in the cavern’s was the snow crunching under Spyro’s claws.
Then Sparx began to buzz.
Elora dashed from her hiding spot amid a raging blizzard. The dragon was right on her hooves, slurping up snow as he went. The light from his dragonfly companion stayed on the faun, ensuring she wouldn’t get away again.
Elora tried to launch what few snowballs she had saved, but she was too focused on running to get a clear shot. Even worse, her focus was too split to register when her hooves hadn’t touched solid ground. A series of cracks echoed throughout the cavern as Elora fell through an ice sheet camouflaged under the snow.
Spyro’s reaching paw had done little more than scratch her hand. Down she fell into a sparkling tunnel, the bottom of which was lined with snow.
“Elora! You alright down there?”
The faun pulled herself up, dusting off her clothes and fur. “Yeah, I think so.” She gazed up at her friend. The top of the hole was too high for him to risk flying down and grabbing her and one look at the walls made it clear climbing was out of the question. “Don’t see how I’m gonna get out though.”
Spyro seemed to be thinking the same as he glanced at the walls of the tunnel. “Sparx, keep an eye on her, I’m gonna go get some bigger dragons.”
The dragonfly buzzed his approval and Spyro dashed off.
At least there was a plan. With little better to do, Elora sat down in the snow and checked her hand. A drop of blood was trickling from the cut, not much and even then, the cut seemed about healed. No way was Spyro going be happy about that though. He had been a little too clingy to her back in the Artisans’ Realm and she couldn’t tell why. It seemed he knew the area and there were minimal threats, but his tail had gone rigid with the crack of every leaf. It was part of the reason why she agreed to the snowball fight; he was finally calming down and now this had to happen.
That was when the humming started. A low, almost mechanical humming that reverberated throughout Elora’s little ice prison. She looked around for the source, finding nothing but thick ice on the walls and snow at her hooves.
Then came the voice.
“Beneath you, child.”
“At your feet.”
The faun’s head was vibrating from the racket, yet the melodious tone was clear and unmistakable. Perhaps a mite airheaded, but clear.
“I can help. Dig me.”
As if to point the direction, a patch of snow underneath Elora began to glow a particular shade of blue.
There was something in the faun’s mind that told her to ignore the voice, to keep waiting for her friend Spyro who was no doubt already on his way back with help if the buzzing of Sparx was any indication. But that feeling was being drowned by a different, more joyous sensation. A tingling giddiness of the body that brought Elora back to the Artisans home world. She didn’t remember what happened there, in fact it seemed hours had vanished with nothing happening, but all Elora could remember that she had never felt more free and secure. Also that Spyro had refused to leave her side the rest of time they were there, but nevertheless.
The pleasure of this thought drove Elora to dig in the snow, despite the continued buzzing and chips of the dragonfly above. One foot became two, then four, it wasn’t until the ten-foot mark that Elora came upon her prize: a sparkling light blue gem.
That’s it. Pick me up.
As Elora did so, her entire body went numb. The hole spun and shifted about her as everything grew dark, save for the gem, which was shining even brighter than before.
Good, now sleep little faun. I’ll play with your dragon friends.
Elora closed her eyes, just about the only thing she could control, and felt as if something was grabbing her by the head.
“Don’t worry Elora, I found some help.” Even before he finished speaking, Spyro knew something was wrong. The only sign the hole had ever existed was the little divots Sparx had been making in the snow.
The larger of the two dragons flanking Spyro pointed to the spot and spoke in a shaky voice. “You are sure this is where your friend fell?”
“Positive Phalanx, and Sparx’s been here the whole-“ The dragonfly erupted into a buzzing mess, darting about the three dragons and giving loud cries of disapproval. “Sparx, this isn’t funny.”
The other dragon, Darius, now spoke as he brandished his axe. “She didn’t mention finding anything down there, did she?”
“I didn’t really give her…Sparx, calm down! I can barely make out what you’re saying!”
But the dragonfly kept speeding about, giving off brief flashes of blue to the onlookers. The larger dragons glanced to one another before pushing Spyro to the side. “Stand back, I fear your friend is in greater trouble tha- “
The snowbank erupted, the force driving the quartet back and frosting them. After shaking themselves off, the dragons took a glimpse at the cause, Spyro’s mouth the most agape of them all. Sitting upon an ornate throne made of ice sat Elora, every color of her body turned a shade of blue and her leaf dress replaced with a cape of pure white.
Around her neck hung a necklace ordained with a large brown and green mottled gem.
As if nothing was different, the faun giggled and waved to her friend. “Hey Spyro, what took you so long?”
“Faun, come down off that perch.” Phalanx spoke over the purple dragon’s questions, brandishing the large axe in his claws. “Now. Before you lose your sanity completely.”
The new icy Elora snorted. “Excuse you, Spyro was trying to say something.” Her eyes glowed a dark violet as she flipped a hand upwards. The snow under Phalanx’s feet glowed the same. Before he could react, Phalanx found himself rocketing towards the cavern’s ceiling, the springboard underneath dangling before sifting back into average snow. “Sheesh, rude dragons like that and Spyro’s the best of them all.”
The other dragon, the elder Davin, leaned into Spyro’s ear. “I was certain the Jewel of the Snow Fae was lost forever. We must get it off your fr-“ The poor fool was launched as well, sent over the cliff’s edge to the shadowy expanse below.
“No secrets! No whispering in my presence!” Despite the fire in her order, Elora remained splayed across the throne. The purple dragon eyed the jewel around his friend’s neck and deduced that had to be the jewel Davin mentioned. Now the question became just how he was going to get it away from her.
That question was answered as Elora hopped to her hooves and, with a snap of her fingers, summoned a visor and staff. “So, how about we get back to our little fight Spyro? I want to get back to the fun.”
“Uhhh…sure.” Spyro did his best to act like nothing was wrong, an attempt which faltered highly as Elora’s staff formed a boulder of snow.
The projectile shrunk with a blast of flame, but still Spyro took his possessed friend’s advice and dashed into the tunnels. A bubbly laugh echoed as he tried looking for cover. Every crevice and rock he could spy vanished under swirls of ice and snow and the icicles above began to thicken and shake. It was only thanks to Sparx’s warning Spyro avoided the last of these perils while keeping his eyes on the road in front.
Especially as his mind was starting to turn elsewhere. Twice now he had left Elora alone, and twice he came to find her transformed in some twisted manner.
But didn’t have time for self-blame as he torched a wall of snow that had popped from the ground. Spyro craned his neck back and saw changing course wasn’t an option; the tunnel was being crushed and grated by an encroaching glacier, the front of which was carved into Elora’s head.
“Come on Spyro! Why don’t you just stop running now? I don’t want you to lose tired! Then you won’t have energy for the next round!”
Not a pleasant sight. And how am I gonna get Elora outta that thing? I don’t think a horde of Peacekeeper Elders could melt that.
Peacekeepers. That was it! The desert outside!
Spyro set his view back to the front. “No way Elora, you want me cryin’ mercy? You gotta earn it!”
“Challenge accepted!” The sound of shattering crystals emanated from behind, Sparx hinting a warning towards the left. Spyro dodged right just in time for a hefty ice ball to smash against the ground.
Spyro laughed at the ice facsimile as it chewed up another ball. “Gotta try better than that to get me ya goat!” The sounds of shifting ice paused before ratcheting again under a feral roar.
Sparx buzzed his disapproval. “I know buddy. Not my proudest moment, but I need to make sur-woah!” Twin boulders cracked against the cavern walls, sending shards in all directions. Using his wings as a shield, Spyro hurried on through the barrage.
The distance between him and the furious ice faun was eroding fast, the latter too focused on the demise of it’s target to notice the cavern’s hue became blended with more dusky browns and beige.
As a final poke in the eye, Spyro stuck his tongue at his pursuer. “Nyeah neyah! Hunter sews your running shoes!” The daylight of realm homeworld welcomed the dragon, the warm winds already hugging him tightly.
But in flurry of hail, something else took hold of the dragon. Having shattered her shield, Elora blasted forward, sending her prey skidding over the gravel and out into the sand.
She had him pinned to the ground, her knees keeping his wings from brushing her off and the wild fury of her eyes holding his attention.
“You think it’s funny to mock me, eh?” Elora waved her staff in the air, gathering energy to create a storm large enough to bury the little purple ingrate forever. Him and his smug little grin.
A grin that only got wider as drops of water fell on his face rather than the rage of ice. The blue Elora looked up and was horrified as she watched her staff melt away in the desert sun. “No.” She muttered, and then screamed “NO!” The gem around her neck glowed and sparked. She tried to hold onto it, cover it up from the warmth, but only screeched as it slipped through her moist paws.
The blue Elora spoke with a vitriol Spyro had never heard from the fawn before. “You...you twerp! You absolute jerk! Here I wanted to have fun and you spoil it!” The possessed faun rose up as best she could considering her hooves and legs were already razor thin against the sand. “Well good luck getting your girlfriend back!” She tried to run back into the cave but found that impossible. Phalanx and Davin were standing at the cave entrance along with several other Ice Cave dragons. The ice faun gave a gesture of force, but only succeeded in having her arms snap off her body and dissolve before hitting the ground.
The creature mewled and whined as if the heat was only now reaching her nerves. She tried to hobble away, the sand grinding what was left of her legs. What parts of her body hadn’t turned to liquid had become stretched against her form, dribbling all the way down. In the end, all that was left was the necklace holding the green and brown gem.
Spyro gave a sigh of relief as Davin grabbed a pair of forge tongs and clutched the gem. “It will take some time, but I have the tome to reset the Snow Fae’s spell somewhere in my tent.”
“Take however long you need.” Spyro stretched himself in the sun, shaking off what was left of his would-be adversary. “Just make sure Elora is alright.”
“Don’t worry, as vicious as the Fae is, her constructs don’t work unless the original soul is unharmed.
Though perhaps a stop at the Magic Crafters World afterwards would be a good idea. Make sure there’s no residue to worry about…”
Anyways, self-depreciation aside, I am sorry this took awhile (life happens) and I promise the next ones won't take as long to make.
Bonus Challenge! Try to read the following (whether mentally or outloud doesn't matter) while sucking on ice cubes. I actually tried that for some reason so you gotta share my pain!
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Elora ducked back behind cover as Spyro's snowballs hit a rock at the other end of the plateau. The faun stifled a giggle while her dragon friend snorted in frustration.
“I’m gonna find you eventually Elora,” he grumbled, steam pouring from his mouth. “And when I do, I’m gonna…” As Spyro ranted, Elora knelt down in the snow and began restocking her snowballs.
The young faun was used to odd parings of worlds back in Avalar, but the Dragon Realms were far more confusing. The Peacekeeper’s Realm had consisted of about 90% acrid desert and cliff faces and yet underneath it all stood the aptly named ‘Ice Caves’. Even as she patted and packed her frosty munitions, Elora couldn’t stop herself from admiring the crystalline formations around her, many of which sparkled from the torches set around the area.
It was only when Elora noticed Spyro’s speech had ended that her mind returned to the fight. She peeked back over the rock and scanned the snow field for her friend, relieved he was circling a climb of stones a few feet from her.
"By the time he’s over here, I’ll be ready." Elora turned back to her workstation, but froze solid. Sitting on top of the half-finished pile was Spyro’s dragonfly friend Sparx, glittering gold and grievously staring.
For a moment, the only sound that passed in the cavern’s was the snow crunching under Spyro’s claws.
Then Sparx began to buzz.
Elora dashed from her hiding spot amid a raging blizzard. The dragon was right on her hooves, slurping up snow as he went. The light from his dragonfly companion stayed on the faun, ensuring she wouldn’t get away again.
Elora tried to launch what few snowballs she had saved, but she was too focused on running to get a clear shot. Even worse, her focus was too split to register when her hooves hadn’t touched solid ground. A series of cracks echoed throughout the cavern as Elora fell through an ice sheet camouflaged under the snow.
Spyro’s reaching paw had done little more than scratch her hand. Down she fell into a sparkling tunnel, the bottom of which was lined with snow.
“Elora! You alright down there?”
The faun pulled herself up, dusting off her clothes and fur. “Yeah, I think so.” She gazed up at her friend. The top of the hole was too high for him to risk flying down and grabbing her and one look at the walls made it clear climbing was out of the question. “Don’t see how I’m gonna get out though.”
Spyro seemed to be thinking the same as he glanced at the walls of the tunnel. “Sparx, keep an eye on her, I’m gonna go get some bigger dragons.”
The dragonfly buzzed his approval and Spyro dashed off.
At least there was a plan. With little better to do, Elora sat down in the snow and checked her hand. A drop of blood was trickling from the cut, not much and even then, the cut seemed about healed. No way was Spyro going be happy about that though. He had been a little too clingy to her back in the Artisans’ Realm and she couldn’t tell why. It seemed he knew the area and there were minimal threats, but his tail had gone rigid with the crack of every leaf. It was part of the reason why she agreed to the snowball fight; he was finally calming down and now this had to happen.
That was when the humming started. A low, almost mechanical humming that reverberated throughout Elora’s little ice prison. She looked around for the source, finding nothing but thick ice on the walls and snow at her hooves.
Then came the voice.
“Beneath you, child.”
“At your feet.”
The faun’s head was vibrating from the racket, yet the melodious tone was clear and unmistakable. Perhaps a mite airheaded, but clear.
“I can help. Dig me.”
As if to point the direction, a patch of snow underneath Elora began to glow a particular shade of blue.
There was something in the faun’s mind that told her to ignore the voice, to keep waiting for her friend Spyro who was no doubt already on his way back with help if the buzzing of Sparx was any indication. But that feeling was being drowned by a different, more joyous sensation. A tingling giddiness of the body that brought Elora back to the Artisans home world. She didn’t remember what happened there, in fact it seemed hours had vanished with nothing happening, but all Elora could remember that she had never felt more free and secure. Also that Spyro had refused to leave her side the rest of time they were there, but nevertheless.
The pleasure of this thought drove Elora to dig in the snow, despite the continued buzzing and chips of the dragonfly above. One foot became two, then four, it wasn’t until the ten-foot mark that Elora came upon her prize: a sparkling light blue gem.
That’s it. Pick me up.
As Elora did so, her entire body went numb. The hole spun and shifted about her as everything grew dark, save for the gem, which was shining even brighter than before.
Good, now sleep little faun. I’ll play with your dragon friends.
Elora closed her eyes, just about the only thing she could control, and felt as if something was grabbing her by the head.
“Don’t worry Elora, I found some help.” Even before he finished speaking, Spyro knew something was wrong. The only sign the hole had ever existed was the little divots Sparx had been making in the snow.
The larger of the two dragons flanking Spyro pointed to the spot and spoke in a shaky voice. “You are sure this is where your friend fell?”
“Positive Phalanx, and Sparx’s been here the whole-“ The dragonfly erupted into a buzzing mess, darting about the three dragons and giving loud cries of disapproval. “Sparx, this isn’t funny.”
The other dragon, Darius, now spoke as he brandished his axe. “She didn’t mention finding anything down there, did she?”
“I didn’t really give her…Sparx, calm down! I can barely make out what you’re saying!”
But the dragonfly kept speeding about, giving off brief flashes of blue to the onlookers. The larger dragons glanced to one another before pushing Spyro to the side. “Stand back, I fear your friend is in greater trouble tha- “
The snowbank erupted, the force driving the quartet back and frosting them. After shaking themselves off, the dragons took a glimpse at the cause, Spyro’s mouth the most agape of them all. Sitting upon an ornate throne made of ice sat Elora, every color of her body turned a shade of blue and her leaf dress replaced with a cape of pure white.
Around her neck hung a necklace ordained with a large brown and green mottled gem.
As if nothing was different, the faun giggled and waved to her friend. “Hey Spyro, what took you so long?”
“Faun, come down off that perch.” Phalanx spoke over the purple dragon’s questions, brandishing the large axe in his claws. “Now. Before you lose your sanity completely.”
The new icy Elora snorted. “Excuse you, Spyro was trying to say something.” Her eyes glowed a dark violet as she flipped a hand upwards. The snow under Phalanx’s feet glowed the same. Before he could react, Phalanx found himself rocketing towards the cavern’s ceiling, the springboard underneath dangling before sifting back into average snow. “Sheesh, rude dragons like that and Spyro’s the best of them all.”
The other dragon, the elder Davin, leaned into Spyro’s ear. “I was certain the Jewel of the Snow Fae was lost forever. We must get it off your fr-“ The poor fool was launched as well, sent over the cliff’s edge to the shadowy expanse below.
“No secrets! No whispering in my presence!” Despite the fire in her order, Elora remained splayed across the throne. The purple dragon eyed the jewel around his friend’s neck and deduced that had to be the jewel Davin mentioned. Now the question became just how he was going to get it away from her.
That question was answered as Elora hopped to her hooves and, with a snap of her fingers, summoned a visor and staff. “So, how about we get back to our little fight Spyro? I want to get back to the fun.”
“Uhhh…sure.” Spyro did his best to act like nothing was wrong, an attempt which faltered highly as Elora’s staff formed a boulder of snow.
The projectile shrunk with a blast of flame, but still Spyro took his possessed friend’s advice and dashed into the tunnels. A bubbly laugh echoed as he tried looking for cover. Every crevice and rock he could spy vanished under swirls of ice and snow and the icicles above began to thicken and shake. It was only thanks to Sparx’s warning Spyro avoided the last of these perils while keeping his eyes on the road in front.
Especially as his mind was starting to turn elsewhere. Twice now he had left Elora alone, and twice he came to find her transformed in some twisted manner.
But didn’t have time for self-blame as he torched a wall of snow that had popped from the ground. Spyro craned his neck back and saw changing course wasn’t an option; the tunnel was being crushed and grated by an encroaching glacier, the front of which was carved into Elora’s head.
“Come on Spyro! Why don’t you just stop running now? I don’t want you to lose tired! Then you won’t have energy for the next round!”
Not a pleasant sight. And how am I gonna get Elora outta that thing? I don’t think a horde of Peacekeeper Elders could melt that.
Peacekeepers. That was it! The desert outside!
Spyro set his view back to the front. “No way Elora, you want me cryin’ mercy? You gotta earn it!”
“Challenge accepted!” The sound of shattering crystals emanated from behind, Sparx hinting a warning towards the left. Spyro dodged right just in time for a hefty ice ball to smash against the ground.
Spyro laughed at the ice facsimile as it chewed up another ball. “Gotta try better than that to get me ya goat!” The sounds of shifting ice paused before ratcheting again under a feral roar.
Sparx buzzed his disapproval. “I know buddy. Not my proudest moment, but I need to make sur-woah!” Twin boulders cracked against the cavern walls, sending shards in all directions. Using his wings as a shield, Spyro hurried on through the barrage.
The distance between him and the furious ice faun was eroding fast, the latter too focused on the demise of it’s target to notice the cavern’s hue became blended with more dusky browns and beige.
As a final poke in the eye, Spyro stuck his tongue at his pursuer. “Nyeah neyah! Hunter sews your running shoes!” The daylight of realm homeworld welcomed the dragon, the warm winds already hugging him tightly.
But in flurry of hail, something else took hold of the dragon. Having shattered her shield, Elora blasted forward, sending her prey skidding over the gravel and out into the sand.
She had him pinned to the ground, her knees keeping his wings from brushing her off and the wild fury of her eyes holding his attention.
“You think it’s funny to mock me, eh?” Elora waved her staff in the air, gathering energy to create a storm large enough to bury the little purple ingrate forever. Him and his smug little grin.
A grin that only got wider as drops of water fell on his face rather than the rage of ice. The blue Elora looked up and was horrified as she watched her staff melt away in the desert sun. “No.” She muttered, and then screamed “NO!” The gem around her neck glowed and sparked. She tried to hold onto it, cover it up from the warmth, but only screeched as it slipped through her moist paws.
The blue Elora spoke with a vitriol Spyro had never heard from the fawn before. “You...you twerp! You absolute jerk! Here I wanted to have fun and you spoil it!” The possessed faun rose up as best she could considering her hooves and legs were already razor thin against the sand. “Well good luck getting your girlfriend back!” She tried to run back into the cave but found that impossible. Phalanx and Davin were standing at the cave entrance along with several other Ice Cave dragons. The ice faun gave a gesture of force, but only succeeded in having her arms snap off her body and dissolve before hitting the ground.
The creature mewled and whined as if the heat was only now reaching her nerves. She tried to hobble away, the sand grinding what was left of her legs. What parts of her body hadn’t turned to liquid had become stretched against her form, dribbling all the way down. In the end, all that was left was the necklace holding the green and brown gem.
Spyro gave a sigh of relief as Davin grabbed a pair of forge tongs and clutched the gem. “It will take some time, but I have the tome to reset the Snow Fae’s spell somewhere in my tent.”
“Take however long you need.” Spyro stretched himself in the sun, shaking off what was left of his would-be adversary. “Just make sure Elora is alright.”
“Don’t worry, as vicious as the Fae is, her constructs don’t work unless the original soul is unharmed.
Though perhaps a stop at the Magic Crafters World afterwards would be a good idea. Make sure there’s no residue to worry about…”
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I really liked "Elora and the Fauns", which you only posted on DA. if that helps. You should probably also focus a bit more on the transformation and mind part, felt a bit short/irrelevant to the story. My two cents anyways. You might also get more views if you put the story in a category like Hypnosis or Transformation.
Thanks for the feedback, I admit I forgot I hadn't brought that one over.
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